Lyrics:
with guards
Communal weight pile out on the yard
Communal trustees shufflin' decks a cards
Shifty-eyed snitches, seven year itches
Buzzsaw snores
what to say
But every year we stayed
Out by the lighthouse
I'll build a house, so level
With 7 walls, long and true
The day we raised that roof up
the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on, you gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Thank you very much
We're gonna do
for some dick
I was taught by the OG's, lace me mane
When I was nine years old a student of the game
Used to be the lookout kid when them boys came
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga
store
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven years
He packed
on the bed, seven years old, ha
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah,
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
know this bitch by tha name of danielle
Body of a goddess face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't the average bitch
Her coochie was cavi and she liked
support but they still phoney
They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit 'less there's a diss on it
Down to die for this
niggas third notice, I won't say it four times
Lawn at my crib like a basketball court size
Six or seven years I've been running shit and just getting
ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
and I'm standing all alone
out by the lighthouse
I'll build a house- of paper
Covered with words I can read
She had to teach me what to say
And every year
tryin' take a drive and go downtown with ya', uh
Steakhouse dinner, can I chow down with ya'
Head back to the crib and put a bounce house in ya', uh
I'm
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
told you out the gate, I'm not the fake, I gotta say
And please excuse, almost forgot, man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
Money over bitches, bitch, I'm
of reefer, only the yacht club
Before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stax up
Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze
When we started selling keys
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
regret)
Seven long years
(You can save the drama)
Nothin' but tears
(You might as well run on back to yo' baby's mama)
Baby, I'm gone
('Cause by
Racks up in designer bitch I don't go to Ross
Paint his body like Bob Ross
Cremate his body now he a swish
FN five-seven make a wish
Jason Kidd I make
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